Chapter 645 Make A Wish
Gwendolyn slowly sat up and ripped the tie with her teeth, revealing red marks on her wrists.
Then she lowered her gaze to stare at her chest and unbuttoned her shirt.
While the dozen or so lashes didn't split her skin, she was bruised.
After entering the bathroom, she soaked in hot water, hoping it'd make her feel better.
That night, she slept in agony.
The next day, after she went downstairs, she saw Zayden had already made breakfast. When he spotted her, he acted as though he hadn't abused her last night. “Time for breakfast, Gwen.”
“Gwen,” greeted Suzanne with a delighted grin while serving breakfast.
It was clear she was in a wonderful mood, and she even seemed prettier somehow.
She gazed affectionately at Zayden, but he didn't reciprocate it.
Instead, he pulled a chair back for Gwendolyn. “I prepared your favorite oatmeal porridge.”
Then, he pushed the oatmeal porridge toward her.
In response, Gwendolyn peered at him. At that moment, Zayden was beaming warmly as though nothing outrageous had happened last night.
The look in Gwendolyn's eyes darkened slightly. He was like a different person last night. It was frightening. How he's acting right now aligns more with the Zayden I know.
“Give it a try. See if you like it,” encouraged Zayden.
lips. “Mr. Surrington woke up very early to prepare the porridge for
my body seemed
Suzanne cleaned
went on a stroll around the
forest. Thus, once they stepped out of its premise,
head lowered, the pain still
blue, Zayden ceased his steps. “There's a wishing well ahead.
loved making wishes. No matter where she went, as long as a place was claimed to be able to grant wishes, she
to her wealth and the health
Gwendolyn nodded.
a little closer to him, he tried to hold her hand, but
increased her pace to
Gwendolyn, blocked her path, and peered at her. “I'm sorry for failing to keep my emotions in check
t-shirt and a pair of black slacks. His bangs covered his eyebrows, adding a youthful flair to
Gwendolyn's eyes when she recalled how he behaved last
he's suffering from. It is post-traumatic stress disorder. The severity of his condition surprises me, honestly. In the past, I thought it would, at most,
porridge in silence. The poin in my body seemed to hove intensified.
breokfost, Suzonne
o stroll oround the
o forest. Thus, once they stepped out of its premise, they could heor
her heod lowered, the
blue, Zoyden ceosed his steps. “There's o wishing well oheod.
where she went, os long os o ploce wos cloimed to be oble to gront wishes, she would moke o
reloted to her weolth ond the heolth of her
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